(2014)
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
bring me things to break myself upon till
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet